It was a simple gesture. Nothing complicated, subtle,
covert, nor subject to interpretation or debate
loss
forces reflection pain changes direction
inside
depression outside aggression
where
does balance lay truth and lies brings gray
as
gnarled roots force into clay from above
heart
of clay breaks as it smuggles in love
It was a simple gesture. Nothing complicated, subtle,
covert, nor subject to interpretation or debate
Not
even worth remembering ……….. so why
so
why do I
do
so?
It
was straight forward
It
wasn’t quite anything one sees everyday though, or even often. But
it was only a simple gesture
Just
things of metal and cotton
ordinary
things easily forgotten
Things
verged needing
not
yet bleeding
simple
gesture
things
in my pocket
just
to see what you’re becoming
watching
your singular soulful beauty
gently
putting life light into cloth cover
It was a simple gesture. Nothing complicated, subtle,
covert, nor subject to interpretation or debate
A
locker key and some ear phones
certainly
not blood nor bones
only
unexceptional objects of everyday use
easily
understood, nothing anywhere abstruse
Merely
a person detaching themselves from some earthly goods
going
to run exercise unencumbered around some neighborhoods
But
maybe, just maybe, time slowed …………… paused ...
a
great multitude of usual predictable ordinary brought halt so much
aligned
camouflaged in everyday routine
a
singular focus on momentous thing unseen
It was a simple gesture. Nothing complicated, subtle,
covert, nor subject to interpretation or debate
Purely
a place to store that which bothers one running freely
Yes,
another’s pocket zipped secure must perform ideally
that’s
all, work-a-day trivial nothing remarkable
Proper
- not a thing explosive incendiary sparkable
Yet
barely noticed or profoundly observed …………. there's what is
simply beyond
words...beyond words to a place so beautiful the heart
aches.
dreams
dance
storms
quelled
safe
harbors dwelled
with
you quickly finds me in a rarefied moment where tenderness in the
future is a given
It was a simple gesture. Nothing complicated, subtle,
covert, nor subject to interpretation or debate
With
the layers of clothes protecting my from cold
I
could not even feel the placement
………...a
simple gesture………………
Yet
it held time still – still enough to draw the totality of
your attention …… and for those seconds nothing else
mattered to me
…….
for what you put in my pocket only started as objects…
only
started as objects….
things
that took about nine seconds to secure
Nine
seconds that stopped time
..as
you took the focused intense action of securing them ……
……..
they became t
r u s t …
..trust
that went through my pocket into my soul where it remains
^
and
will remain protected, defended, and held sacred until mine mortal
shell releases its
life force
It was a simple gesture. Nothing complicated, subtle,
covert, nor subject to interpretation or debate
